Post by Corey Bull on Nov 11, 2019 1:01:58 GMT -5
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Sunday, November 11th, 11AM
The music of Metallica's “Don’t tread on me” plays loudly in the warehouse. 16,400 square feet of metal and mayhem, this is a private building deep on the land of Corey Bull. And here we see Bull with an old school metal helmet for welding on and his grinder going crazy on something. The mask lifts slightly and a cigarette is lit. And her comes Ace, walking along the table as if oblivious to whatever it is Bull is working on. Of course, you can't see him. So it seems like Bull is talking to himself.
{What the hell are you doing now?}
“I need something new. This feels...wrong.”
Bull lifts the metal mask he wears and tosses it on the table.
“I need to feel alive again. To feel...something.”
{I know these girls...big fans of metal and monsters.}
Bull looks up with the mask slightly lifted, sweat dripping off his stubbled chin, but no more of his face is seen.
“Ace...I am not going to date a dead chick.”
Ace shrugs.
{Who said anything about dating?}
Bull drops the cigarette from his mouth and shakes his head.
“Remember me trying to rip your head off last week just to discover I can’t? So yeah, there’s that. Ass.”
{I swear to god I am trying to figure out how to become solid.}
Bull starts whispering under his breath as Ace walks down the table.
“Oh sure, become mentally stable-ish once again. Only took fifteen years and now I am haunted by my former enemy and the guy I killed ghost and I am losing my mind. Fucking perfect.”
Bull goes to grind some more but, he cuts himself on a piece of rebar and blood flies off his hand.
“Fucking shit.”
Ace walks over and looks over Bulls shoulder.
{I think it adds a bit of, what's the word...class.}
{What the hell are you doing now?}
“I need something new. This feels...wrong.”
Bull lifts the metal mask he wears and tosses it on the table.
“I need to feel alive again. To feel...something.”
{I know these girls...big fans of metal and monsters.}
Bull looks up with the mask slightly lifted, sweat dripping off his stubbled chin, but no more of his face is seen.
“Ace...I am not going to date a dead chick.”
Ace shrugs.
{Who said anything about dating?}
Bull drops the cigarette from his mouth and shakes his head.
“Remember me trying to rip your head off last week just to discover I can’t? So yeah, there’s that. Ass.”
{I swear to god I am trying to figure out how to become solid.}
Bull starts whispering under his breath as Ace walks down the table.
“Oh sure, become mentally stable-ish once again. Only took fifteen years and now I am haunted by my former enemy and the guy I killed ghost and I am losing my mind. Fucking perfect.”
Bull goes to grind some more but, he cuts himself on a piece of rebar and blood flies off his hand.
“Fucking shit.”
Ace walks over and looks over Bulls shoulder.
{I think it adds a bit of, what's the word...class.}
Bull lifts the welding mask up off his face and places the new mask on. He stands there, motionless, then rips it off and chucks it against the wall, replacing his old one back on his face.
"USELESS!!"
{Jesus big guy, it isn’t a big deal.}
“IT IS A BIG DEAL! It’s all her fault ...it's all their fault. I don’t belong in this mask...it isn’t what I am now. It feels so foreign to me.”
{Do you really think a new mask will change it?}
Bull turns, the metal mask glinting in the sharp light of the overheads.
“It isn’t about changing anything...it is about identifying with the murder beast that grows within me. I can feel the hunger grow with each passing day. The want to feel their blood run over my lips and their gore drip from my hands. And I need a focus...something to block them from spying on me...from watching my every move.”
{Them?}
“THEM! All those prying eyes and those pricks! The ones that want to see me fall on my face. To laugh at me. To goad me and kick at me. Well fuck them! I will not be goaded...I will not be laughed at. I WILL NOT BE IGNORED!”
Bull grabs the grinder and throws it into the wall, then the monstrous man lifts the table and flips it over. Ace sits there the whole time watching with a half assed smile.
{Fuck! Your almost there. Soon I can be free of following you around..because I will know that the monster finally...truly...walks this plane. Till then, I'll be over here snorting coke off of ghost chicks asses. You can watch.}
Bull grabs a hunk of rebar and throws it, but it passes through ace, who again shrugs.
{A simple no would suffice asshole.}
Everything fades to black.